The hunchbacked old man raised his face, his hair and beard were messy, with frost, like the fog in the deep winter. Seeing Chang Sihao, he showed a hint of joy in his eyes and wanted to make a smile, but his gray skin seemed to be frozen, but the corners of his eyes were barely closed, and the wrinkles stretched out, like cracks on the ice.

He said hoarsely: "Xiaohao, you are here..."

Hearing this voice, Chang Sihao straightened for a moment, looked at the old man, and he suddenly sucked in a breath of air conditioning, instantly becoming as stiff as ice.

He grabbed the old man's hand: "Brother Chen...it's you,"

Chen Sheng nodded.

Chang Sihao's lips trembled, his mouth was stuttering, but he couldn't speak. Looking back at Qin Ziyin and Tang Gen, his face was also very surprised. They had seen Chen Shengyi a while ago, and they were obviously not adapting to his huge changes. So the occurrence of this change was only recently. Qin Ziyin suddenly understood that there was only one person who could make Chen Shengyi become like this. She quickly ran to the temple and shouted: "Fourth Aunt, Fourth Aunt," Qin Juexiang hugged the child and followed behind.

The two of them pushed the door and rushed into the lobby, and were about to look for them in the east and west rooms. Chen Shengyi had some strength, but he threw away Chang Sihao's hand, rushed to intercept the two of them, and said, "You guys are cold, let's roast the fire first," he said.

Qin Juexiang's eyes rolled: "It's cold, why are you still burning the fire at this time?" He was about to break in, but Chang Sihao suddenly grabbed his arm: "Juexiang, I see Brother Chen's meaning, probably because I'm afraid that the cold air on your body will rush to the fourth aunt," Qin Juexiang frowned: "Come on, the fourth aunt can't even think of this little cold air." Looking at Chen Shengyi again, he didn't respond, but he just stopped him like that.

Qin Ziyin was anxious, and there was no time to cook fire. He pulled the rope and the snow buckle fell to the ground. He pulled his feet and ran to the door of the east house, slowly lifted the curtain [Xianmo: Contrary to the urgent need of pulling the feet, he was considerate in his heart. After all, Yin'er was a meticulous person] crawled in sideways.

The heating swelled in the face, and there was a red light. There was a small oil lamp opposite the wall, placed in a small cave like a dense grotto on the wall. The flames swayed like a living Buddha statue, with three braziers half-buckled on the ground, and a small kang on the right side of the room. The windows were tightly pasted and the paper was slightly shining.

Qin Menghuan covered two quilts, lying on the kang with her head around her feet, her head was deeply sunk into a soft pillow, her hair was tied up and loosely placed on her head.

Qin Ziyin didn't dare to go quickly, for fear that the wind would blow out from his body.

She slowly walked closer and saw that the fourth aunt had her eyes closed, her face was quiet and quiet, and the skin on her face was a little loose, like the newly peeled tofu skin on a skeleton. The wrinkles under her jaw were a little turbulent, and a fallen hair stuck there, as if it had turned into a wrinkle. A vein stretched out winding traces under her neck, like a worm that was tired of soil, rushing, rushing, and rushing, as if that was her breathing.

"Second Aunt..." Qin Ziyin called softly, but Qin Menghuan did not respond.

Qin Juexiang also took off his coat and walked in. The flames on the wall shook slightly. [Xian Mo: Walking with the wind is far less careful than the eldest sister, but he was also careful]. Behind him, Yan Linyuan followed gently, and after standing still, the soles of his boots moved and gently brushed on the ground.

Hearing this sound, Qin Menghuan suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes passed through her nieces and nephews, and fell on Yan Linyuan's face.

She only looked at this time, then smiled, her face regained its blood color, brightly, [Xian Mo: It is obviously a rebirth,]

"You are learning from me," she said.

Surprisingly, the voice was also very energetic.

Yan Linyuan: "Yes," this is the voice of a statement, the voice of recalling the past, and unexpectedly there is no sadness.

Qin Menghuan saw Chen Shengyi behind him and Chang Sihao holding the child, and asked, "Is the water boiling ready?" Chen Shengyi replied, "Immediately," he turned his head and went out, and then, the sound of chiseling ice sounded outside again. It was very light. Chang Sihao held the child and listened through the cotton curtain, and felt that every stroke seemed to be chiseled in his heart. [Xianmo: I feel sorry, I feel that the saying that boiling water boiling does not mean that I am leaving Chen Sheng,].

Qin Ziyin seemed to feel that his existence was a disturbance. He stood up and wanted to leave, but Qin Menghuan's hand moved from the bottom of the quilt, as if she was about to stretch out and pull it. She hurriedly sat sideways on the edge of the kang, put her hand under the quilt, held it with her aunt, and at the same time she understood her aunt's mood in her eyes, and turned around with tears in her eyes: "Juejiu, go to the kang,"

Qin Juexiang took off his boots silently, sat down on the window of the kang, stretched his hand to the bottom of the quilt, and grabbed his aunt's left hand.

Qin Menghuan looked at the roof and smiled and said, "At the beginning, I designed to trip you up and locked you in the underground stone house with you. Everything is so quiet."

"Yes," Yan Linyuan closed his eyes and stood straight, his voice slowly, just like the clear drops on the banana leaves after the rain: "At that time, I could not see my five fingers, but I could hear each other's heartbeats, as if there was no human body outside the two hearts, but jumped out of thin air in the space, like a trembling drum skin, gently shaking the world,"

Qin Menghuan: "At that time, I heard your feet wiping from time to time, and I didn't hear any urgency to leave to save people. I also said that you were shy and had fallen in love with me."

Yan Linyuan still closed his eyes and laughed silently: "You learned from me at that time, because you wanted to convey the same kind of intention as me [Xianmo: feet are the farthest from people's hearts, but they can convey feelings the most. A literati loves women, so sorry to say it straight, so they came from their feet, and they turned into foot fetish culture, which was all implicitly committed.] Unfortunately, it was not until many years later that I realized that the voice was actually not anxiety, but a girl's mood."

Qin Menghuan smiled and said, "You learned a lot just now,...you understand,"

"Yes, I understand..."

Yan Linyuan stood quietly with his eyes closed, his head slightly raised, and a softness appeared on his angular face, as if there was a candlelight inside lit up his body, and his whole body suddenly became warm. After a moment, two tears were silently streaked on his face, like transparent oil marks on a paper lantern lit up, [Xian Mo: The feelings of middle-aged people, sigh,]

The room was quiet.

It's been quiet for a long time.

The wind outside the window was whimpering like a child's crying. Xiao Changshou seemed to be infected and started crying. Chang Sihao hurriedly moved gently and coaxed her "Oh, oh" in her mouth.

Qin Menghuan smiled silently: "My eyesight is never bad,... There are not many good men in the world, so you should cherish them."

Below, Qin Ziyin felt his hand being gently pinched, and his face turned red quietly with tears in his mouth.

Qin Menghuan: "It's a pity that I understand too late..."

The cotton curtain was lightly lifted, and Tang Gen gave way to the side. Chen Sheng leaned into his head, putting a towel on his shoulder and said silly: "The water is ready,"

Several people in the room turned their heads to look at him, and suddenly they all wanted to cry when they saw his face.

Qin Meng laughed and pinched her nephew's hand: "Come on, it's time to wash your hair, please help me."

Qin Ziyin and Qin Juexiang pulled the four corners of the mattress under her with tears in tears, lifted up slightly, then moved towards the side of the kang, letting her head slightly hang on the outside of the kang [Xianmo: When the two are not here, Chen Shengyi has to do all of these by himself. It is difficult to tell] Chen Sheng brought a small stool and hot water, put it underneath, squatted down, took Qin Ziyin's head, and released Qin Menghuan's long hair that was tied down.

The edge of the kang is very high, and the small stool is very short. After the hair is laid down, only the end is immersed in water. Tang Gen wanted to come over to help carry the basin. Chen Sheng waved his hand, held the basin with one hand and lifted it up, hooked the stool back slightly, sat on it, then placed the basin on his knees, pushed his chest forward, and pressed against the edge of the basin. In this way, the height was just right.

Looking at him washing Qin Menghuan's hair, anyone understood: Qin Menghuan was very comfortable at this time, and Chen Shengyi's posture was extremely embarrassing. It was not easy to pinch the basin like this, but he raised his elbows, held his head with one hand and shampooed his hair with the other hand, and did not splash a drop of water.

There was a kind of tenderness in the sound of picking up water, so that whenever people saw him picking up water, they felt that his finger gently held it in their hearts.

Looking at this picture, Yan Linyuan smiled on his face with tears, and said softly: "Menghuan, I'm leaving,"

Qin Menghuan blinked at the roof, and nodded, and smiled slightly, "Take care,"

Yan Linyuan glanced at her for the last time, turned his head suddenly, raised the curtain, and quickly walked out of the door and went down the mountain. Yan Shumei, Xiao Jinshiyue picked up the warm cloak and chased after him.

The weather was cold and the water was cold very quickly, but Chen Sheng washed his hair before the water became warm.

He held Qin Menghuan's head, put the basin on the ground, pulled the towel off his shoulder, sucked it dry for her, and wrapped it. When Qin Ziyin took over and sent it to the pillow, he touched the collar without any wet marks.

The blood on Qin Menghuan's face turned slightly dark, and she asked, "When is it?"

Chen Shengyi said: "About the time of Hai, it's time to enter,"

Qin Meng laughed: "It's been a long time... I haven't gone out to see the moon anymore. Take me to see it, okay?"

Qin Juexiang said: "Second aunt, it's so cold outside. You just finished washing your hair. What's the moon? Besides, there are clouds and mists outside, and you can't see the moon at all." [Xian Mo: Sheng Yi is the moon born and the moon is inverted into a life-long moon. Even if Meng Huan doesn't look at the moon, this moon is still watching her every day. Putting the moon beside you and not looking at it, going to see the moon in the sky is the norm of love,]

Qin Menghuan smiled and didn't say anything. Chen Sheng took out a basin and a small stool. When he came back, he had two sets of clothes in his arms: a set of black gauze dress [Xianmo: Qin Menghuan's most common outfit, the black gauze is the night, which is commensurate with Meng, and it also shines with the "Yuanyue". This is the night, and that is the moon of this.], a set of white fox-haired soft cloak with a snow cap, and he also carried two big rabbit-haired shoes in his hand. He put the clothes on the kang and put the shoes upside down. While the clothes were warm, he went out and put them on the thick clothes. When he came back and waited for a while, he touched them. He felt that the temperature was good, so he lifted the quilt for Qin Menghuan and helped her dress.

Qin Juexiang's little face wrinkled, looked at him, looked at his elder sister, had something to say, but knew, it was useless to say it. Chang Sihao noticed that when the quilt was uncovered, an ebony comb was inserted obliquely on the lower edge of Qin Menghuan's neckline. On the slightly exposed corner, there was a half-gold-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat-flat

Chen Shengyi dressed Qin Menghuan neatly, put on a snow cap, stretched out her hand, gently held her in her arms and walked out. Chang Sihao followed him to the outer room. Seeing that he had gotten out of the yard, he still walked out of the yard, and hurried to the yard again. At this time, Chen Shengyi had already left the door, half of his body was exposed outside the right wall, and was striding westward. In front of him was a path with misty snow leading to a higher place of the mountain. Chang Sihao felt uneasy. Next, he hurriedly handed the child to Qin Ziyin's hand and said, "You stay, I'll take a look." Qin Ziyin hugged the child and watched her husband follow him. He gradually disappeared into the snow fog. Suddenly, he looked back and saw that Juexiang and Tang Gen were both standing at the steps, and hurriedly handed the child to Qin Juexiang's hand and said, "You two go into the house, stay well, don't come out," he turned his head and hurriedly chased after him.

Chang Sihao was unwilling to follow them too close and disturb them, so he kept his pace, and was at a distance that could roughly see the two of them. As Chen Sheng walked, his spine seemed to be slowly straightening and he also had the strength.

Qin Menghuan lay in Chen Shengyi's arms, leaning against him, watching his two feet tremble outside his other arms [Xianmo: As the saying goes, quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit, but now people are still virgins, wearing rabbit-haired shoes on their feet, but they can't even walk on the road. Everyone has a day of illness and old age. Thinking is really hurt. As the saying goes, profit and fame are aroused by the troubles, but two rounds, jade leaves and golden flying, and beauty turns white hair. What is the best thing? Sigh] The wind is whistling, and the vision is covered by the warm snow cap. He can only see a narrow world like a crack. Occasionally, snowflakes float in, as if hiding in a cave that she shelters the wind, and he is a snake about to hibernate.

She felt a little tired, blinked sleepily, and murmured: "Have you arrived yet..."

Chen Shengyi also stopped at this time. In front of them was a steep snow wall, and the place was thinned by the wind. The ice edges that had not been transformed in a thousand years could be seen. Further up, it was the top of Siguniang Mountain. If you wanted to climb up, you might not be able to do it even if you used an ice cone lasso.

Turning his head, clouds covering the snow, and his feet seemed to be covered with cold abyss.

"Menghuan..."

He apologized: "It seems that I can't see the moon tonight,"

As he said that, he turned around so that Qin Menghuan could at least look towards the direction of the moon.

However, Qin Menghuan did not turn around and looked out, but snuggled into his chest.

"Do you know, I only know now who I love the most?"

Her voice was as light as smoke.

Chen Shengyi: "Is that true?"

"Um,"

“…it’s a dream,”

"It's the dream that I have been following wherever I go..." [Xianmo: This is Menghuan. I don't love you, but I don't love you. You know that she said before, "I understand too late." It's definitely not that she missed Chen Shengyi. If she thought that when she was in a prosperous and beautiful state, she would have treated her sincerely for a few days. In fact, it would be a big mistake. The love in her heart is only for herself, not for Yan Linyuan, nor for Chen Shengyi. Women never love men, but for love only love. This is Menghuan, this is a woman.]

When she finished saying this, Chen Shengyi felt that his arms sank slightly.

"Menghuan..."

He didn't dare to look down, nor did he have to look down.

"Dream,"

"ah,,,,"

He hit the ground with his knees, held the corpse with his hands and hissed wildly towards the sky. In an instant, his eyes burst, and his blood lines were like guns and arrows, marking out from his eye sockets and hitting straight into the sky.

The sound waves spread far away, and in an instant, the snow on the mountains is broken, and the fog is shaking and the clouds are clear.

The sky is clear and the earth is quiet, and the wind disappears for thousands of miles.

moon.

It's the month.

A clear moon.

Menghuan, do you see that clear moon, the earth, floating brightly in the sky, floating opposite, [Xianmo: I'm roaring blind, I see the moon in my heart, Chen Shengyi is actually a very sad person, if you don't like it, it's all right, it's all right to stick to others, it makes people feel sick, if you die, you have to serve you, you have to care, you are most afraid of this kind of man in the world, you can't stand it, marry against your will, your life is misfortune, kick, kick, you can't leave, ignore him, he is looking at you from a distance, he dies, crying and bleeding for you, the key is who cares, he is different from Juexiang, Juexiang and Xinlu, Xinlu is also moved Qin Menghuan didn't have him in his heart at all. Even when Juexiang saw Xinlu really hated herself, she could resist chasing others. It can be seen that this child was up to the Tao, Chen Shengyi was not up to the Tao at all. He became a great love saint. You explain that love to him is two-love and he can't understand it at all. If there is a love method, this kind of person can be shot directly, 】【Xian Mo Second Comment: Look at this again, it's still the idea. True love must be two-way, there is no response. It's not that the two hearts are in harmony, but it's not that Menghuan is not love. Strictly speaking, it's not that it's love. She's just dreaming. Women are born for dreams, not for love at all. Not only men make mistakes, but many women don't understand this.

Thirty steps away, Chang Sihao let go of his hands covering his ears, tried hard to open his eyes wide, and saw two blood bands that draped down from Chen Sheng's cheeks. In the smog, the sound of ice cracks came.

It's going to be an avalanche.

"Brother," Chang Sihao roared forward, and at the same time he heard the "Crack," a gap sound, the ice edges and snow were mixed with thousands of fog, as if the cold star waterfall was broken, pouring down the sky, swallowing Chen Shengyi and Qin Menghuan in an instant, [Xianmo: There was an ice edge, and people were broken at that time. Avalanche was much more powerful than a mudslide. One ice edge was a knife]

The snow waves were like rolling waves, rushing down the mountain. Chang Sihao wanted to rush up to save people, but suddenly heard Qin Zi chanting a shrill voice behind him: "Honey,"

Turning back suddenly, Yin'er's appearance on the mountain road was fading, only five feet away from him. After turning back, the snow came from behind him. He blew the ground and put on his vest.

Chang Sihao breathed tightly and knew that it was not good. He used the strength of the chicken leg step, and whipped the ground with the toes, rushed down with the snow, stretched out his left hand in the air to pull Qin Ziyin, turned around and protected her into her arms, and pulled her out with her right hand for ten miles.

At this moment, the two people in the air were like butterflies flying under the wave wall, rolling with their wet wings and about to be swallowed up. As soon as they landed, Chang Sihao spread his arms and waved them quickly. Ten miles of time, the sword light was like the moon, and he pointed the ground and bounced the two people up again. The landing point ahead was an arc-shaped snow slope. Chang Sihao understood: there must be a snow ditch with extremely deep snow, and it would be impossible to fall on it.

But he was in the air and could not help himself, and he was unimaginable. He was about to fall in, and suddenly he came to the rushing sword. The sword light bloomed like a flower. The two of them were led by the sword flower, spinning and inserting into the snow like a drill bit.

The snow waves passed by in an instant, filling their landing points, and rushing straight down the mountain with a roar like thunder.
Chapter completed!